[T]he food platters look nice, but what are those round brown things on the end of the plate? They look like miniature Yorkshire puddings or something else. Suspicious given the topics of your last few blogs.

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Dianne – they are pork pies: thick, inedible pastry filled with gross cuts of pork (maybe) and a disgusting jelly. They are a popular British snack, particularly at parties.

The Hub and I went sandwich ingredient shopping the day before Pseu came. The Hub spotted some scotch eggs.

I’m not a fan of pork pies, or Scotch eggs (despite being Scottish!). A Scotch egg is a hard boiled egg wrapped in pork sausage meat then the whole thing is covered in breadcrumbs. I’m not sure how it’s cooked though, baked maybe?

Thank you Dianne for asking the question I wanted to ask but didn’t… (work’s been a bit messy recently so I’ve been preoccupied)
For some reason I thought that a pork pie would have been a lot bigger (not that I’ve ever seen one) so I learned something too. I also learned what a scotch egg was… weird, interesting, something to investigate and maybe sample if I’m ever in the region where these are available.
Gross Tilly… friends of mine were ivited into a home and as the honoured guests were offered cooked sheeps eyes (local delicacy it seems) on their world travels so there are BIG degrees of gross… a Scotch egg and a pork pie appear to be way less risky than a sheeps eye LOL!

The baby girl a few months asked me to make scotch eggs and when I forgot to make them she just let it go, bizarre. When I was in London twenty five years ago, my boyfriend’s mother made us a delicious meat pie, it didn’t look like the little pork pie because her pastry crust was the flaky kind, it was wonderful. I thought that the little brown things were muffins myself, what do I know. You had fun and the sandwiches looked really good, perfect with tea.

Viv, Linda make Scotch eggs….hahahahaha. You know what I say, if I don’t smell burning we are having salad.
Now if you really want to talk about nice things to eat…BILTONG, yum yum. South African delicacy, raw beef slightly spiced and hung to dry.

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